"I can't believe you would be so selfish!"

"It's not my fault!"

"How dare you say that?"

"Rachel this is my FUTURE! HE came to ME."

"You're LYING AGAIN!"

"I'm NOT!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE YOU?"

"BECAUSE I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! SCRATCH THAT, YOUR FIANCEE!"

"YOU JOINED THE ARMY WITHOUT TELLING ME!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT, I DID!"

"YOUR DAD DIED IN THE FREAKING ARMY!"

"YEAH! HE DID! I WANT TO BE LIKE HIM!"

"DEAD?"

"A HERO!"

"HE WAS DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED! I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO GO TO THE ACTOR'S STUDIO!"

"I found out you need like seven years of college, Rae. I'm too late to get into any colleges."

"YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME!"

"THAT'S. ENOUGH." Mr. Schue's voice boomed throughout the choir room. "I feel like there is, once again, a lot of me talk going around. You two are engaged for crying out loud! Act like a couple! Finn, you should have told Rachel that you were JOINING THE ARMY. Rachel, you should support your FIANCEE! I'm organizing a retreat. You all have to come. Santana, you will pick the place because you haven't offended anyone in the last week."

"WHAT? HOW IS THAT FAIR?"

"It is what it is, Rachel. Now sit down and act like a supportive fiancée."

Santana smirked to herself. She had the perfect place in mind.

/

Santana passed out the flyers for Bleska Koda. The camp's flyer featured a man zip lining about 50 feet over a lake. The camp was located about 3.5 hours away from them, in Saginaw, Michigan.

The club openly gaped at her when she passed them out.

"Do you have a death wish?" Rachel shrieked.

"Oh hush Berry. I've been there before. The name literally means Lake Friend. I've decided to show you guys the real Santana, not the conceited, bitchy one you know and love."

"Well, I wouldn't say love…but that doesn't answer my question." Rachel said, tapping her foot.

"Look, it helped me get over some stuff. It's for kids that need bonding time, recovery time, or a way of getting over something. It helped me."

"Why did you need to get over something?"

"I don't feel comfortable disclosing that information at this moment." Santana said. The answer sounded canned and like she had said it before.

The club frowned but skimmed through the flyer.

Rachel read aloud the stuff she found 'wrong' with the camp. "Zip lining, hang gliding, cliff diving, rope course …" she muttered.

"Come on, Rachel, it'll be fun." Santana coaxed.

"Fine." she sighed. Santana laughed.

"Okay, so there are a ton of surprises that they don't tell you about in the brochure. For example, I now speak Lakota and Navajo. Plus Spanish and the little Swahili I picked up on mission trips to Africa with my dad. I also know a little Hawaiian from this girl that was my roommate. That's one surprise. Also, the caves. There are underwater caves everywhere, and god, they are so beautiful." she paused, and the club was staring at her open-mouthed.

"Mission…mission trips to Africa." Quinn said.

"Yep. And a few others. Machu Picchu is lovely this time of year."

"You have to be kidding me."

"Nope."

"Well, Santana I think this is a lovely choice for our retreat." Mr. Schue said with a pointed look towards the rest of the club.

Santana nodded and handed out permission slips into the shocked club's hands.

This would be awesome.

Next up: More about the real Santana! And why do you think she had to go to Bleska Koda? There's a poll and a review box, so give me your thoughts! All will be revealed in a while.